His Little Ametrine (Eleadian Mates #9)

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Raevion

She’s going to kill me. I groan before I grab her around the waist and flip us over so I’m lying on my back and she’s straddling me. It happens so fast that she sways unsteadily. I think I made her dizzy. Her pussy presses against my erection, flattening it to my stomach.

I steady her with my hands on her hips until I’m sure she won’t fall to one side, and then I lift my hands to cup her breasts and flick my thumbs over her gorgeous nipples.

She grins. “I guess if I’m the first woman you’ve seen naked, it doesn’t matter how small my breasts are.”

I draw in a breath and slowly let it out. Can I respond without telling her things she might not be ready to hear? “I’ve seen plenty of breasts, Little one, but it doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t matter if I’d seen two thousand. Yours are the only ones that I care about. The others were just boobs. Clinical to me. Your body is perfection.”

She shivers. I love it when she does that. “You’re delusional.” She rolls her eyes.

I pinch her nipples hard. “Do not talk bad about yourself, naughty girl.”

She arches into my touch. She likes it when I pinch her tits. She’s has a bit of a masochistic side. I’m enjoying it.

“Fate arranged for us to be together. She knows what she’s doing. You’re the first female who has made my cock hard and my mouth water. Everything about you is sexy and exactly what I crave.”

“Even my tattoos?” she whispers.

I release her breasts to trail my fingers along the flowers inked across her shoulders and upper chest. “I love them.” I lower my hands to her nipples again and take a risk. “How do you feel about piercings?”

She shrugs. “I’ve thought about it.”

Blessed angels.

She looks down at where I’m rolling her little buds. “Do you think you’d like it if I pierced my nipples?”

“I know I will like it, Little one.”

Another shudder. “Little barbells?”

I shake my head. “You’ll wear hoops with gemstones dangling from them. Ametrine I think.” The idea pops into my head, and I know it’s perfect for her.

“Ametrine? What color is that?”

“It’s purple underneath and yellow on top. Your nipples will look amazing wearing them.”

The little buds grow harder as I speak, and she’s panting harder, too. She grips my waist with her knees, and I’m so glad I can smell her growing arousal every time it fills the room. It lets me know she likes my suggestions.

She giggles as if I’m joking. “Hoops with gemstones would be pretty hard to hide from other people, Papi, especially since my tits are so small. Everyone would see them through my shirts. I rarely wear a bra, and I’ve never owned one that would have enough padding to conceal such elaborate piercings.”

Do I tell her?

She stares at her tits back and forth while I play with them. The urge to prick them with my quill is suddenly very strong. I need her nipples in my mouth. I need her to feel the rush of pleasure that I will give her for the rest of her life.

I give a tug on her nipples. “Come here, Baby girl. Bring your tits to my mouth.”

She plants her hands on my chest and leans forward obediently. In order to get close enough, her pussy has to slide off my rigid cock so her wet heat is now pressing against my stomach closer to my chest.

I cup one of her small breasts, enjoying the way it sways gently above my lips. With my other hand on her back, I guide her closer, holding her so that she can’t flinch out of my reach.

I wrap my lips around her precious nipple, suckle it, and quickly pierce it with my quill.

My Little girl flinches, but she also arches and moans, her mouth falling open as her eyes roll back. “What was that?” she murmurs.

Before answering her, I quickly switch to the other breast, holding it firmly while I suck, flick, and prick the tiny tip.

“Oh, God…” Sara’s wetness runs out of her, coating my stomach. She doesn’t even back away. She’s mesmerized and so brave.

When I finally ease up on my grip and let her lean back to straddle me, she’s staring at me.

I smile. “There’s a tiny quill behind my front teeth. I can pierce your skin with it. It has many purposes. I can release a serum that makes you so horny you can’t think straight.”

Her heart is racing. Her pussy gets hotter against me. Arousal is rushing out of her. She drops her hands to my shoulders, rubs her clit against my torso, and comes.

It’s slightly unexpected, but it shouldn’t be. I did this. I pricked her twice. She was already horny and desperate. It’s not shocking she would come instantly.

“Oh, God…” She keeps rocking, her tits swaying, her arms rigid, her mouth hanging open. “I’m going to come again,” she mutters.

I grab her hips and help her, flexing my pecs as I ease her farther up onto my chest. She smells divine. Like heaven. I want to eat her again, but I want to watch her fuck herself against my chest even more. And she does. She keeps rocking and humping me.

Her blunt black nails dig into my shoulders. Her head lolls back as she moans loudly, her sweet sounds filling the room. She comes again.

I need her so badly now. I grab her hips, lift her off my chest, and move her back toward my cock. “Are you ready for me, Sara?” I ask as I flex my cock so it stands tall and rigid. I hold her easily in the air, her pussy lined up with my erection. If I lower her to her knees, she will be fully impaled by me.

She nods. “Yes, Papi. Please…”

I ease her down, lodging my tip at her entrance. “Plant your feet, Baby girl. I want you to control this the first time.”

She flattens her feet next to my hips.

I keep my hands at her sides so she has something to hold on to.

My precious girl threads her fingers with mine, uses me to brace herself, and eases her tight pussy down over my cock.

I hold my breath. Nothing in my life compares to this moment. Not only is it important, but it’s going to change everything. I never want to forget the first time I enter my Little girl. I want to memorize every second of this experience.

It’s hard because my brain scrambles and my vision blurs as she lowers. I force myself to watch her face, though. Her expression is tight. Even though she’s aroused beyond anything she’s ever experienced, she’s lucid enough to be nervous about taking my cock into her body.

“Take your time, Baby girl,” I encourage.

She ignores my suggestion and thrusts all the way down onto my cock. “Oh, God,” she screams.

I’m out of my mind with pleasure, but I have the sense to release her hands and grab her hips to keep her from lifting off me. She needs to let her body adjust instead of fleeing.

She fights me, pushing at my arms. “Too much,” she insists.

I continue to hold her down. “Look at me, Little one.”

She shakes her head, panicking. Her braids fly around her head. “Too deep. Hurts.”

“Look at Papi, Sara,” I command.

She finally brings her gaze to mine. She’s panting. Her eyes are watery. Her dark makeup is somehow still in place, though.

I hold her down as I stroke her hips with my thumbs. “Breathe, Baby girl. Deep inhale.”

She shakes her head defiantly.

“Sara, I need you to obey Papi.” I want to sound firm but caring at the same time. She needs to know that she will obey my commands, but I don’t want to freak her out. “Deep inhale, Little one.”

Finally she draws in a ragged breath.

“Good girl. Again. Let it out and inhale again.”

As she obeys me, her pussy relaxes slightly. She’s still gripping me like a vice, but her walls are accepting my girth and length. Her bottom lip trembles. “You’re too big, Papi,” she whimpers.

“Nope. I’m just right. Let your body adjust, Little one. I promise in a minute it’s going to feel like heaven.” Every bit of literature I’ve read has told me this fact. Sara won’t be any different. Her pussy is not accustomed to someone of my girth, but her body will accommodate me and the bite of pain she’s feeling will subside.

She pouts. Her knees shake. Goosebumps rise all over her skin.

When I think she’s ready to be reminded of my thick length, I flex my cock inside her.

She flinches, but her eyes go wide. “How’d you do that?”

I shrug. “I’m talented with my cock. Is the pain subsiding, Little one?”

She squirms, wiggling around on me as if to check the validity of my suggestion. “I think so.”

“When you’re ready, lift up a few inches and lower back down, Sara.”

She shakes her pretty head defiantly. “Not ready.”

“Okay, my Little songbird. Take your time.” She might kill me, but it will be worth it.

She smiles slowly. “Songbird?”

“Yep. Do you like it?”

“Maybe…”

“It fits you. You’re like a tiny bird, and the music that comes out of your mouth is heavenly. I think you’re my songbird.” I can’t believe the amount of conversation I’m capable of while I’m fully impaled inside my precious Little girl. I need her to move more than I need my next breath, but I won’t rush her.

Suddenly she gasps and her eyes go wide. “You’re not wearing a condom.”

I ease my hands up to her waist, confident she won’t rise off me and run from the room. I’m still holding her down with steady pressure. “Eleadians don’t carry any of the diseases humans have on Earth, Little one.”

She frowns. “You’re a virgin. You couldn’t have a disease anyway, and I haven’t had sex in over two years. I’m talking about pregnancy.”

I lick my lips. “You can’t get pregnant from me, Baby girl,” I tell her gently. “We aren’t compatible enough for procreation.”

“Oh.” Her body relaxes. “You’re sure?”

“Positive. Our scientists have studied it extensively.” I rub her hips with my fingers, uncertain how she might feel about this fact. I see the relief in her eyes that she can’t get pregnant this moment, but I’m waiting for her to process the fact that she won’t ever get pregnant.

She swallows. “Okay. Good… good.”

“Yeah? You’re okay?”

She draws in a deep breath. “I never really wanted to have kids.”

I search her face. She’s telling me the truth. We have a million hurdles in front of us. We can only jump over them one at a time. I feel like we’ve covered a damn lot of ground in a short amount of time. I slide my hands up to her breasts and rub her nipples. “Ride me, Baby girl.”

She arches into my touch, covers my huge hands with her small ones, and uses mine as leverage as she lifts a few inches into the air. When she slides back down, I moan long and deep. Best feeling in the universe.

My girl moans, too. Her mouth falls open, and she lifts her body again, farther this time, before thrusting back down on my cock.

Fuck me. I’ve died. This is heaven. I don’t need anything else from my life but this—my Little girl, her sweet smiles, her sexy body, her submission, and holy fuck but her tight pussy.

Sara releases my hands and leans forward to set her palms on my chest again. She uses the leverage to pick up the pace, lifting and lowering faster. The friction is almost more than I can bear. I need to come so badly.

I want her to come again first, so I reach my hand between us, find her clit, and rub it.

My songbird sings, the tone of her voice musical as she reaches nirvana. I can’t possibly hold back another second when she comes because her pussy is pulsing hard around my cock. Seconds behind her, I find my own release, filling her womb with my seed.